Left to decay
Poisoned by man
Dirt turns to mud
And mud disrupts land
Hummingbirds chirp
But their wings will not last
Beautiful sadness
Will become part of the past
No trees will be standing
Oxygen will be scarce
Life will be fading
And no one will care

It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.